He sincerely adored her. She was bewitching, almost magical, as far as Vladimir was concerned. He found her adorable; entranced by all the ways she marveled over him like he were an amazing attraction in a magnificent performance. Truth be told, he certainly was someone to muse.
Strawberry blonde hair as silky as the majestic cloak he wore over his frame, and eyes that were not quite as red as rubies, but with a rosy glow she admired as all ladies would eventually upon catching his wonderful eyes in their glances. He tipped his chin up to her, kneeling upon the frozen earth on his knee, with a leather-bound book clutched in his steady hand as he spoke clearly in a poetic voice.
Oh, he was something, clearly. A ladies man, perhaps? Or just a charming, young man with talent in something amazing when it came to impressing girls.
He gave a flick of his wrist, his coat sleeve soaring aside with a blurred motion before murmuring mysterious words under his breath like a chant that sent excited shivers up (Name)'s tingling spine with wonder! She was practically bouncing on the bench within the park-(Eye Colour) eyes bulging with thrill as she leaned in particularly close, and bit down on her lip as the wonder in front of her very eyes was caught fluttering away into the breeze with its ivory wings catching the breath of the winter just as it caught itself among its winds.
"Oh my gosh-" She was stunned, taken aback with a clap of her hands that felt tender from the bitter chill. "Was that an owl?"
He gave a nod, sliding the book into the pocket of his overcoat with a sly smile upon his child-like face. "Yes, darling." Vlad appeared timid at the sight of his lovely girlfriend, looping an arm cautiously around her own with hesitant motions to connect them as they stood aside by side on the path. "Beautiful creatures, owls, they like to gather at my window though-a big hoot that is at night."
He enjoyed her girlish giggle with a specific passion Vlad could not explain by words, but by the way he blushed and became utterly flustered. He lost his ability to function momentarily, breath caught in his throat before he could inhale, and realize it was only his love, and no one to mock him.
"So, how did you do that?"
"H-huh?" He asked, puzzled by the sudden question as he avoided facing her directly, until the rosiness from his cheeks could gain the chance to fade.
(Name) let her smile broaden, and a tinsy laugh hit the air around them with hot breath creating a gentle shroud of white mist around them for seconds. "It was like magic."
Vlad was purely different from other people she knew. He was honest; there were the times when he appeared much like a child at heart with his mischief and antics, but he soon came to his senses and calmed down with a relaxing conversation about intelligence and proved just how worthy a man he was. But aside from his charm, childish games, and humour, (Name) could tell whole tales about his magical skills. They made her laugh, awed her with every spark and appearing rose. The witty chants of unheard words and leather books lining the shelves now set within a drawer in her apartment for each night he chose to stay on rare occasions.
He was enchanting like no other, and not only could produce coins from behind her ear, but could produce the thoughts from her mind like a soothsayer with bright eyes and a wink as he would say "I see it in your eyes, darling."
She truly did not know what he saw, but it was amazing nonetheless, and he was the perfect wizard regardless of what judgement others passed upon him by first glance.
"Why, of course!" Vlad spun around joyfully with their arms still looped that gave an abrupt tug on their limbs with a hasty gasp as he realized this. "Sorry, I get excited when you mention magic. It's beautiful, isn't it?"
When she considered it, yes. It was very beautiful.
"Yeah," She giggled again, this time pausing in their walk to gaze at him sweetly, cocking her head to the side. "But, you know what else would be nice?"
A lot of things, but the moment she felt the tips of her fingers grow numb, (Name) realized what would have been delicious on such a cold, winter day.
"What's that?" Vlad asked with a small chuckle, and his arm faintly brushing her side as he allowed the formed loop to slide tight around her upper arm carefully. He kept her close, and warm in the cold air with warm breath from his mouth creating a mist as he spoke and breathed ever-so-gently upon her cheek in a caressing touch of warm breath that made her blush in the slightest, so slight that it was, in fact, invisible.
Abruptly, he stopped, fingers snapping as he grinned from ear to ear with the two, provoking teeth poking out adorably from his lips. She'd never minded them so much; found them cute, like a puppy, or a kitten that she had always wanted. Her parents had never been so fond of animals. Despite the fact that a young girl always wanted something nice...something cute to cuddle and hold onto. It was something she had lacked for years.
"I know what you're thinking of!" He exclaimed aloud, and winked at her.
There would be no possible way.
And she scoffed at that, puffing out a breath of steam as she allowed the gentleman to guide her up the sidewalk to her apartment in a brisk walk that Vlad led proudly. "Uh-uh, no way, not this time."
"How would you know? You have to give me a chance to prove it!"
She truly could have denied him that chance, honestly, she could have! But she saw that glimmer in his rosy eyes. Much like a child's hopeful ambition that just wanted the privilege of a chance. After seeing so many of his amazing tricks, she just didn't know what to expect. Another owl, beautiful wings set to fly with its stunning sounds of grace soaring above her head- maybe he'd do one of his humming things, where he spoke a strange word under his breath, and strange things could just..happen. Strange implying a previous incident when she had wished him so long to see a shooting star.
And as that night had steadily approached its fall, he had dragged her out to balcony urgently, and with voice so spectacularly persistent she had complied to follow despite the slippery roof and dangerous climb.
Vlad had been with (Name) the entire way, finger pointed to the gorgeous, starry sky as he gasped pleasantly at the sudden twinkle of a drifting flame that fell so suddenly, so swiftly, that (Name) was suspicious with all the sanity she could muster. But, with such a beautiful moment placed before her, she spent her lovely moment with her perfect boyfriend, cuddled close with a hot cup of something delicious-milk and hot tea that tasted absolutely wonderful on her tongue.
"Hot tea and milk."
It took a while to digest what he had said, but by the time she could be dumbfounded by the response, he was already ahead of her, holding open the door to (Name)'s apartment kindly.
He was bewitched, in a good way! But he was just so..magical.
December twenty-second, and all that (Name) had to show for it was the ornament and bow adorned tree set neatly in the corner of her den. It was glittering with white lights sparkling like the stars of the night sky-like water caught by rays of escaping sunshine dedicating its light to be for vanity, and not for practical things.
The meaning was identical to the season itself. Winter had never been her favourite season. She felt lonely during that time; it was always cold in her apartment too, musty scents of pine needles and dust pulled up from the rearranged furniture she and Vlad had struggled to push around.
Well, mostly Vlad, but she had given the instructions. But, regardless, winter was a bitter season in the least-and to top off the dark feeling of lonesomeness without Vlad to cuddle up to her that eve, there hadn't been a flake of snow since November, which dramatically made her sigh miserably.
Clinking her silver ring off the clear glass, (Name) sipped her water with a faint smile.
She hated to complain, hell, staring down at that priceless, gleaming silver, she was flattered to be so loved and compassionate about someone so special. It was pathetic to hope for snow, and be so hopeless over it as well as stars and trees-scents and dust. It was almost the holidays, and that should have been a special moment within itself.
She did smile. She was proud, and awed still within her subconscious with weak steps across her soft, beige carpet that trekked over to the frosted window. It was colder there; a draft billowing in, and beckoning her to accept its chilling efforts to freeze the tips of her toes before she stepped back enough-craning her neck to see out the fogged glass.
On her elbows she could lean in to view the street below. Just cars and street lamps that flickered from age. It wasn't uncommon, though she had complained a couple of times about getting them fixed before they totally lost their lights-she would like to have been able to see in the dark without worrying about falling over the curb like Vlad had on his last trip to her apartment. The very night she received her darling present, last Christmas, was it not?
Glancing at the ring, she confirmed this thought. Yes, yes it was. After a nasty fall, bumping his head not only on the sidewalk, but on her doorway as well. He'd been dizzy, but ok once she'd managed to prop him up on the couch to rest. He had laughed and laughed-smiling like a goofball as he revealed a pink box that was bowed and tied nicely.
"I'd like to say it didn't cost me an arm and a leg, but it apparently cost me a head injury instead."
"Oh, stop it." She had laughed, too shocked to open the box yet and have the largest, feminine squeak she'd ever heard before. Just looking at that silver, and the tiny, vine-like inscriptions was enough to give her tremendous emotions. (Name) had her (Eye Colour) eyes brimming with tears in seconds of embracing him.
It was just a promise ring, but was nonetheless valuable to her. And gazing down upon it so fondly, she beamed. "Vlad, you just don't know, do you? God, you just-"
The door had swung open.
"It's really frozen out there! Brr!"
"Vlad-you don't knock anymore, do you?" (Name) gasped, discontinuing her thoughts to bring the shivering guest a hug and a kiss on the lips that seemed to warm him rather quickly.
He accepted these gifts. "Not when I'm freezing!"
Boy, did she know that feeling, recalling the starry night on the balcony.
Vlad oddly seated himself along the window sill with a yawn as he stretched out his arms with a few popping joints as he did so with a snapping expression of relief on his pudgy face. Normally, the adult would have already plopped himself on the couch, spread out like some kind of proud cat in his own territory with a nap in his future, but he seemed content by the cold window, and smirked. "Looks lovely in here at night. You can see the shadows of the Christmas lights on the walls-like candles."
"I guess so." She sighed, and tried to forget her earlier thoughts about gloominess and loneliness. It was hard to just forget. "It feels like its just barely the holidays still. Nothing but cold out there."
He gazed out the window, strawberry blonde hair falling slightly across the bridge of his nose as he pressed forward to the glass as a child often would as they searched for father Christmas in the night. "I understand, but, hey, I know it might not console you too much, darling, but just look at the bright side-"
"That you're here?"
Just to see the way his face lit up was proof enough of his love for her. He endeared the way she observed his happiness, and how he was illuminated by the very compliments she unknowingly emitted to him. If he truly meant so much to his love, then it was worth the love he gave, and effort of gifts and dates. Of course, had she rejected him, it would have been worth it nonetheless. He'd even take being slapped if it meant having to have touched the back of her hand as he kissed it then.
Vlad was so thrilled that he blushed, rubbing his neck calmly with clammy palms from both the chilly air, and from the nervousness building in his stomach. "N-No actually, though it flatters me." She let her curiosity kick in as she stood to observe just what he sought through the glass.
And there it was.
"It's snowing-I know you liked snow!"
He was brilliant! The definition of sweetness, sugar aside, with a sigh escaping his lips like the kisses that now were brought upon his face no matter how much he fought to gain escape from the lovable cuddle. His lady was pleased by an unknown effort that bewildered him-had she not seen the glittering flakes earlier? He was certain she always kept look on such things, but he supposed such a reaction was just as wanted!
"How did you do this?"
"Huh-do what?" He asked with a laugh. "It's just snowing."
Was he magical as she had assumed-reading her mind, the majestic birds, and now the snow upon her window!
She hugged him tightly, and felt hot tears tickle her cheeks in the sincere joy now ignited in her blissful heart. "You are so enchanting, Vlad! Everything you do for me is so magical-the owl, the snow, the star!" She was so tearful, Vlad had to wipe her cheeks and eyes with his sleeve before staring her into those gemstone eyes. "You're really magic or something, right?"
He shook his head, now crying himself. "No..that's absurd, darling! I'm no magician or anything-I can't make it snow, though I'd do anything for you if I could! I'd make it snow every winter, until you couldn't see the sidewalk. And I'd bring shooting stars to your window every night if I could give you that. It's just luck, I guess."
Her lips met his deeply with intricate motions making it hard for him to breathe from the perfectly matched kiss. Her tilted neck was an invitation for his hands to run into her (Hair Colour) locks, twining in strands gently with a soft groan before parting with a hushed giggle.
"I would do anything for you if I was magic," He promised, kissing the back of her hand as a final act of affection before turning away to retrieve something else from his pocket. It was not a box this time, but she was intrigued by its shape. A curly strand of red, blue and yellow stripes that hung from a cloth object, with a silver clip on its back. A lovely ribbon, which he pinned delicately into her soft hair with a smile. "It's not as much as last year, but..I was sure you'd love it all the same, dear."
And she did. Cherished it as she cherished him.
"I do love it!" She cried, hugging him tight. "Oh, thank you!"
He took no thanks, only hugging her and placing a soft kiss on her temple. "It was nothing-I swear!"
"But how did you know I liked ribbons?"
Vlad just winked.